No need to go for a swim today, to relieve the midsummer heat. According to my weather app it was likely to remain dry until 11, but my weather app is particularly optimistic. So instead it rained and rained for the duration.
There were 6 of us in the first group and being keen we all listened intently as Mark went over the finer points from the climbing article shared earlier in the week by Anthony on Fb.
Much was made of engaging the core and Mark kindly offered to illustrate the technique for us on the flyover at the Downs. And it was an impressive sight indeed as he launched himself from the back of the group. It wasn’t until Mark and the spray from his rear wheel receded into the distance and over the bridge that our admiration turned to mirth. In fairness we’ve all become poor at remembering our turns, but it took a lot of shouting to get Mark to realise that he had gone too far and the rest of us had already turned for Kinnegad.
By the time we got to Mother Hubbards there was little appeal in sitting in wet clothes eating scones and then having to get back on the bikes afterwards. Besides, being Father’s Day we knew there were likely to be youngsters (and their bright-eyed mothers) eagerly awaiting our return so we pushed on for Trim. (The same pressure obviously wasn’t on the second group given the photos on Strava). At Enfield Brendan, Mark and Colin turned for home; at Summerhill Vincent did the same; and in the end it was Martin and myself who, wet and battle-hardened, spun into Trim. A quick visit to those bright-eyed mothers (before the second group got home!) concluded what was an active morning.

